…she likes sticks.
…she loves sticks.
she has a stick obsession.
Obsessed as in John and I never touch sticks. Touching a stick is like sending Storm a telegraph indicating that you’d love to play fetch with her for the next three days. Since that is never the case we don’t touch sticks. Ever. Even when Storm drops a stick on your lap, you can’t touch it or – THREE DAYS OF FETCH!
Obsessed as in she’s got shiny white teeth from frantically chewing sticks into wood chips on peoples feet in some misguided hope that that will increase the chances of someone playing with her. Brush off those wood chips at your peril, they are actually tiny sticks and – THREE DAYS OF FETCH!
Obsessed as in even Ivy and Clara know that you can’t play with sticks when Storm is outside. Try to use a stick as a fairy wand and -THREE DAYS OF FETCH!
Obsessed as in any unsuspecting visitor to our house is greeted with the words, “Don’t touch the stick.” Sadly for most people they don’t believe John and I and before you know it there goes that Storm telegraph -THREE DAYS OF FETCH!
Like in any true obsession Storm has a huge amount focus and patience when it comes to sticks. In Storms case this manifests itself in bug eyed, panting, staring, focus and the patience to outlast any unsuspecting victim who might be near a stick and eventually forget that Storm is there and touch it – THREE DAYS OF FETCH!
Storm, no doubt dismayed by her family’s general stick aversion, must remember that the last baby grew up into a girl who will occasionally throw a stick for her. So she is patently waiting for her next playmate to grow up.
Just to make sure she doesn’t miss the moment when Jane is ready to play every time Jane is on the ground Storm brings her a stick. It’s only a matter of time before all that stick dropping persistence pays off and Jane learns her first lesson about – THREE DAYS OF FETCH!